James [yelling from the kitchen]: JESSA! WHAT. THE. BLOODY. HELL.
Me: What? Did you start your period again?
James: "WHY IS THE ICECREAM IN THE FRIDGE!?!?"
Me: "Um. I don't know."
[James comes storming out]
James: "DID YOU EAT IT TODAY?!"
Me: "No. Why? Did you?"
[He pauses]
[A look of shame passes over his face]
[He spins around and storms back into the kitchen]
James: Don't come in here. I spilled it.
And the rest of the night was spent with me laughing hysterically and James cussing like a sailor as he wiped up the spilled, melted icecream.
Wifewin.
You know, I never made it up to see you in my final week of work (for which I feel awful, but blame others), but this post makes me feel slightly better. :-)
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